Maite Zaitut (english)

I want to be your skin in the winter
so that the cold in you cannot enter.
I want to be the light in your road,
sun in the night, dilutes sweet in the sea,
to be the door that never allows to happen
to the long silence and the solitude.

To be different bodies with oneself end,
to be, my affection, to be me in you.

And if I must break chains that abide me
to the habit, I will leave them,

and if I must move mountains that in my mind
don't allow me to see you, my love, I will move them.

I put for witness to god that I won't fail you,
I will be advice, baby, but not your judge.

The time taught me that the food of the love
it is the trust, the respect and a mattress.